Seemingly Unusual Gift

Alas, this is only the workings of a horny, needy sluts mind.... oh how I wish it were real!
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His voice caressed my ear on the phone.

"Now babygirl, your going to be good for me, arn't you?"

I nod, whispering "Yes, Daddy. I always want to be good for you"

"Thats my girl" he coos, his voice deep, growling possessevly over the "my". I can feel my heart in my cunt as it throbs for him. Because of him.

"I'm sending you something in the mail. You are to wear it everyday from the day it arrives. Is that clear, slut?"

I'm shivering with desire. I rub my thighs together and already I'm so wet for him.

"My collar, Sir?" I ask eagerly. I've been dreaming of wearing his dominance on my skin. Feeling the pleasurable weight of his ownership around my neck. Even just having something he has touched. Craving any connection to him.

His chuckle vibrates my clit, even down the telephone line.
"No babygirl. You'll have to wait longer for that reward. Think of this as a warm up"

As expected, a few weeks after the phonecall a package arrived; two small pink vibrating sex eggs. I look at the packaging "Wireless vibrating sex eggs. Wireless range up to 20 metres. Six amazing settings". In my head, I purr. Sounds fun. I look through the box... and dont find the remote.

I frown, wondering why there is no remote. Perhaps Master wishes to highlight his absence in my life? Make me crave him even more that I do right now? Maybe keep my pussy toned and tight from holding them inside myself every day? Maybe its just Masters whim and I should stop trying to guess. His place is to lead and mine to follow and obey.

I take the eggs and roll them into my hands, surprised that they are heavier than I imagined. I take the first one and rub it over my pussy, rubbing it over my wet lips and onto my clit. My eyes drop closed as I imagine it buzzing, teasing my clit. I moan and slip it between my lips, using my fingers to slide it smoothly and easily into my cunt.
I'm panting and gasping already. I've not been given permission to cum, so I slide the second egg directly inside myself before desperatly trying to continue with my chores so I dont fall behind.

That was over 7 months ago. The gift and instructions were not mentioned again.

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Sitting at my desk, I shift position to accomodate the eggs so I'm sitting more comfortably. Trying to ease the daily need that slowly builds and burns inside me from the moment I ritually insert the eggs each and ever morning. After so long, I thought I would be used to them being inside me... but no.
They just remind me more and more of my submission. My need to be controlled. Made to feel small and vulnerable and totally helpless to my big, strong Master.

I look back at the paperwork infront of me and sigh, picking up my pen to write some corrections when suddenly, without any warning, the eggs vibrate. Instant, high, fast vibrations. I drop my pen and grip the desk, my body stiffening my cunt tightening, clit throbbing.

Oh God! Oh fuck. Yes! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

Shivers violently take over my body as I feel myself building up to that addictive explosion of light and sound and pure pleasure.

"Do you have permission to cum, whore?" a voice rumbles from the doorway. I look up through my lust and I see a man there. Tall and imposing. Strong and commanding; My Master.

"A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets"

I've been considering secrets today.

Sir, understandably, wants none between us.
His words being "I'm not going to give you anywhere to hide, slut" (oh that man makes me gooey in all the delicious places!)

So now, confession time.... Sir does not know about this blog.
I'm in two minds about telling him about it right away. I do plan on telling him, for sure!

When I started this, Sir and I had an agreement that we would trial out a 3 week period. I'd been without a Dom for 3 years and was terrified that I wouldn't be able to handle it after so many years on my own.

Now, I cant ever imagine wanting to leave. I'm giving up my barriers and control to him and he's taking it slow (though he stepped it up a notch last night and I was a drooling wreck for him)

So... this blog... my secret until the 3 weeks are up like we had agreed... or should I tell him now?

I dont think he would be angry at me... at least, I hope not. I dont want to vent/whine to him all the time about my worries and writing has always soothed me. But then that naughty little voice - you know the one; wants you to be that little bit bratty so you can be controlled just that little bit more - wants him to be a bit cross with me.

I would never deliberately lie to him... if he said "Slut, have you been posting you worries and desires on a blog without my prior knowledge?" then obviously I would drop to my knees (if I wasnt there already), rub my cheek and lips over his crotch, nod ans say "Yes Sir, your slut has done that" and wait to see what he would reply with.

I leave my question out there for the world to see.... should I tell my Daddy, my Sir, my Master... about this blog immediately, or should I wait for my trial period to be over?

Tick tock

Distance sucks. Time zones suck more.

3 days into my new D/s relationship and I was a bad girl already.
We both know I was testing my limits and seeing where the line was (and what the line looked like) and I realized I'd been more than just a "bad" girl... I'd been a terrible sub.

I had been letting my worry and fear over being a sub "again" (we never really stop, right?), about being hurt like I was last time, my fear of failing and my angst over commitment taint our conversations.

I was being a selfish lil brat.

And he was so sweet and didnt even say that to me... he just engineered his lecture to point it out so then I joined the dots to the answer. So much so that my punishment wasnt the main thing that caused me penance... the total shame of being a person... a thing... that I cannot stand seeing in others.

But, now I know the line. Whine and look for failure results in 2 hard slaps on each bare ass cheek and a vibe deep in my ass, on high, for 4 hours. I was blushing like a tomato the entire time. And I was so wet the entire time.

Hello, my name is OnlyHis and humiliation is my pussy-twitching trigger. 

So now I'm waiting for the clocks to tick a little quicker so I can see what he can teach me about himself and myself today. Just seeing the little chat-light go yellow when he's online makes my heart miss a beat, then pound harder and faster, my pussy starts tingling until I'm squirming on my seat, my panties soaked and my thighs slick.

He has me so completely. I love it.

A new start

New blog, new Master... new me.

I've never before written a blog... never before had a Master quiet like Him either.
I've lurked around some amazing blogs and been inspired and turned on until all I can think about is submission.. pain... pleasure... cum... rope... and now... Him.

Unlike blogging, I have been in a D/s relationship before. And the differences in Master's is surprising me more and more each day. This is like re-learning submission all over again. Its scary and exciting and oh-so-panty-wetting. Its been such a long time since I've been Owned by someone. I was feeling so lost and so unhappy. I didn't even fully understand it until now.

I haven't known him long in the sense of days and hours... but we connect. He so easily makes me crave more of him. To please him. To serve him.

Its all back to being new and shiney... like something in the playground you want to pick up and keep secret in your pocket. Only... I dont want this to be a secret.

I took his hand and will follow him where ever he feels I should go. He is my Master, my Sir, my Daddy and my guide.